By Keilan Colville You there, eternity,take these tired pagesaway to becomemore than ink & paper.I am sick of the quiet game.I am approaching you.As I lay the page uponyour face,…
By Caroline Warner Every year, this day shows upand I have to pretend that griefisn’t pitting me like an olive.The earth unfurls itself in magnoliabranches full of crisp white flowersand…